where I have been . . . .
haven't been round much since last week in part due to harsher net restrictions at work, but mainly because these past few days since last thursday have been the scariest and most stressful I've had as an adult.
when I got home from work on thursday, both son and wife were napping in their respective rooms. I went downstairs and started to watch the tv. after a few minutes I could hear faint grunting coming from the monitor which isn't unusual as he makes similar noises waking up and tossing and turning at times, but after it continued for another 30 seconds or so I figured I better check.
I found him convulsing in his crib asperating spit. I grabbed him and put him on our bed in the other room while my wife called 911. He felt like he was on fire. We got an ambulance ride to our local ER. they tried to get his fever down (103.4 F) and gave him valium to stop the seizing but it only really masked it you could still see his eye brows twitching though his whole body wasn't convulsing. they called the team at childrens to come pick him up in the helicopter.
the childrens team gave him phenob*****ol (sp?) and some other stuff to get him to relax and stop seizing....and I was relieved to see he did, then immediately thrown the opposite way when I overheard the team leader whisper "he stopped breathing" then turn to us and say "Can I have you folks step out of the room while we get him stabilized and ready to transport" that may have been the most scared I've ever been. I almost threw up on the floor outside the room.
they did get him stablilized and on a ventilator and took him to childrens hospital. we spent the weekend there and they ran a myriad of tests. everything bad came back negative, everything good came back positive. the seizure is being considered febrile, which I guess is good that it's not a problem with his noggin, but we could have this to look forward to everytime he runs a fever . . . . and that makes us ultra paranoid (maybe it'll ease as time passes . . . who knows) Our best guess on the origins of the fever is that it was viral related. he had a bit of an upset stomach that morning . . . . but was generally fine throughout the day.
I could probably go on for hours about the great doctors and nurses in the critical care unit and equally could go on forever about the terrible nursing care we received on the 9th floor (regular room) but I'm so physically and emotionally exhausted, I just don't have it in me.
I just wanted to let my online community of friends know what was up. he's getting a little more like himself daily . . . though he's still a bit cranky. hopefully he'll be fine and that was the last time I have to go through that. . . . but if not, I guess I'll just tough it out again.
